𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 || 𝐃.𝐌

𝟎𝟒𝟐

[you might get happy, angry or sad. Idk]

Draco never showed up to dinner yesterday. I waited for him but he never came. Weird. He said that he would but he didn't.

When I had arrived back to our dorm he wasn't there either.

This morning I awoke with him beside me. He had me wrapped in his arms, my body against his chest. He looked exhausted. I slept in with him, and fell asleep once again.

Only to wake up, again — without him.

When I arrived at the great hall for breakfast he wasn't there either. I had asked the others where he was but they said that he had been there for five minutes and then left.

I decided to ignore it and just shook it off. Apparently he had more important things to do.

"Why? Why the fuck do I have to take potions this year" Blaise complained as we were heading for potions "I don't need school, I'm rich enough to skip it."

"Potions is fun," I said and took his hand, dragging him with me "now hurry up before we get late— Daphne, Theo and Pansy are probably already there and same goes to Crabbe and Goyle"

Walking to class today was more exciting than I thought it would be. After spending the whole summer with Draco, almost. And being with family and friends I was excited to be back here at hogwarts.

We entered the classroom and there he was.

He stood in his slytherin robes. His blonde hair fixed but still messy. His skin pale. And he looked tired.

The moment I stepped my foot into the room he looked up at me. But with no smile, no greeting, no expression in his face. Just empty eyes.

I smiled and made my way towards him. Even though I didn't receive anything back.

"Hi" I said, but he didn't say anything back. He simply nodded. "Draco I waited for you yesterday. You didn't show up to dinner nor did you come back to our dormitory?"

"I was busy, I must have forgotten the time" he simply answered, not bothering to look at me.

"Okay?" I said but he still didn't look at me, not even sparing me a glance.

We have a new potions teacher. Apparently his name is Horace Slughorn. Weird name. An old  man with an old shaky voice.

He started to talk about information and preparations— he was in the middle of a sentence when the boy who lived and carrot boy barged into the classroom.

"Ah— Harry my boy, I was beginning to worry and you brought someone with you I see" Professor Slughorn exclaimed.

Harry Potter, a fucking utter dickhead. And —  carrot boy whose name I don't know.

"Ron Weasley, Sir" the carrot boy said. That was his name. Cute. "But I'm dead awful at potions— a menace actually... so I'm probably just going to—" he was on his way to turn around and leave the room but was stopped by Potter.

"Non sense— we'll sort you out, any friends of Harry's , is a friend of mine" Slughorn turned around and faced the class once again. Everyone looked bored and tired. "Get your books out."

"Um— sorry sir but I haven't really gotten my book yet and nor has Ron." Harry stuttered.

Slughorn told them to go get books from the cupboard and they did. He then continued class:

"As I was saying — I prepared some concoctions this morning, any ideas what these might be?"

I was bored.